Ms. Honey, her school teacher invited Matilda over to her house to have a chat. She then tells Matilda a story of how bad her aunt treated her as a child, and Ms. Honey later reveals that her aunt is Mrs. Trunchbull (evil mistress.) Matilda was so distraught at the story, so she decided Mrs. Trunchbull needed to be taught a lesson. The next week at school, Mrs. Trunchbull walked in and Matilda used her powers to defeat the wicked headmistress. Mrs. Trunchbull passed out and never returned to school.
Who was Ruby Bridges you may be wondering. Well today I will take you on a journey of what she went through when she went to an all-white school. She endured treacherous names and torture from her classmates. Even though she was called horrible names and even harassed she, still chose to go to school. Her dad did not like this and refused to let Ruby go to school but Ruby's mom talked him in to letting her go to school.
I had to continue with my responsibilities and help my mother and take care of my autistic son. That was not an easy task to achieve. I went back to school and I was slowly losing my sanity and composure due to the fact that I did not grieve properly. I assisted in planning both funerals which, again was hard. I went to school and one of my Art professors noticed a change in me I explained to her how I lost my aunt and told me to see a therapist.
she had to be very strong girl to go through that every day. Karassiens wasn’t ready for Arithmetic class because she says "My brain went limp when the teacher called on me to answer a question. even when i knew the answer. I couldn’t find my voice for fear i would be wrong (karassiens 106)". At her old school they learn at a slow pace so she was behind on that subject.
Whenever my friends would come to me and asked me if I could go out with them my mom would always tell me to say no because I had to study. When I was in eighth grade I had changed a little than how I was in the sixth grade, so she started being more stricter than the
All throughout middle school when we were assigned to read a novel I would dread it. My perspective of reading for enjoyment soon changed when I was in eighth grade. Mrs. Benavides, my eighth grade language arts teacher, assigned our class to read The Outsiders, and I coursed I was complained in my head, I don’t want to read (actually pretend to read and then use Sparknotes) another lame book. The first day we got the book we were all told to read chapters 1 through 3, and this time all of the kids in my class complained and I wasn’t the only one. So, there I was at home in front of my computer typing in “the outsiders by S.E Hinton”, into Google, and the top search that popped up was a link to the movie on Youtube.
Stella felt very angry for having to start high school in a different city where she had no friends. This situation is sometimes very hard for some kids but we would have to learn how to overcome this. I have an older cousin who was finishing grade 8 and she was telling me how she was scared to go to high school. I told her to just relax and keep calm. She came back after her first day and told me it went
The time I experienced a major failure would have to be getting terrible grades in middle school. I would be getting failing grade, not caring at all. Once I ended seventh grade, my teacher had a conference with my mom and me , and they said that if I do not get my act together then I would repeat the grade again and that I remember my teacher telling me that I have to go High school because she said it was my calling to succeed in school. After I have finished with summer school, I got everything together and getting academics straight. One Day, I got an email, that said that one of my great friends passed away, and that left me so heartbroken, I stopped getting good grades; everything went downhill, because of that incident and that I became
She was really struggling with her teacher because she said that he was going way to fast for her and that everything he said just flew over her head. After helping her out she finished with a B in that class. Another unforgettable one was a girl that is one of my closest friends at school and her name is Macy. She has major anxiety problems and when she gets something wrong in class she feels like the teacher is making her feel like an idiot. As soon as I found out, I asked her if she wanted me to try and help her out.
I found myself in huge scrapes and my hands covered in mud and blood. I knew I was going to be in big trouble with my mom and a teacher quickly approached me and took me to the office where they patched me up and called my mom. Once my mom came to the office she was very angry and I ended up getting more hurt when I got home and my parents disciplined me. In conclusion, my first day as a 7th grade middle schooler was one moment I would perfectly recall in my life and till this day I have some permanent scars that stayed with me from the day that I fell off the path I was
There was a time in my life where it was a bad time, but, it was also a good time. I was trying to play games at my old school, Roosevelt Junior High School. I got caught, and what came with it, is troubling . When I got Home my Mom and Dad greeted me with a bunch of things, saying I shouldn’t be doing that, and this and that, but, what also came with it is, my grades dropped, it was horrible, I just couldn’t keep up with all my homework. my teachers started to tell me that I need to pull up, or I wasn’t going to graduate 8th grade.
The claimant in this matter is a teacher who at the time of her alleged injury was out of work on a non work related shoulder injury. She appeared on school grounds and alleges that she fell off of a sidewalk injuring her right fifth metacarpal. Apparently, she suffered a minor non displaced fracture of the right fifth metacarpal. When questioned as to why she was on the school premises she told the building principal, Mary Beth Hammond, she was there to do her grades. Ms. Hammond reminded her that she could complete her grading at home and she seemed to be aware of that.
My Grandmother made sure to wake me up every morning to haul me of to school where I would meet my loving, devoted teachers and coaches. With their help I left John Edgar Howard elementary school with a strong head on my shoulders, and the devotion to strive for more. I had to move to a different elementary school because John Edgar Howard Elementary ended up being closed, because of the rough neighborhood. I then, attended Bradbury Heights; a school that I didn’t know existed. I was never exposed to many different neighborhoods, or opportunities.
One of the scariest moments as a parent was when I dropped my child off to school on her first day of kindergarten. It was at that moment I had to put my trust in a complete stranger, as they would take care of my child for the next seven hours. I would imagine the parents would contact the administration to seek additional information deeming the teacher as competent. As an administrator I would listen to the concerns of the parents. In addition, I would let them know that all teachers are observed/evaluated to ensure the students are receiving proper instruction.
On yesterday, I did not have a substitute for my class. So, Thea Johnson was asked to watch my class. As Thea walked through my class, I began thanking her. She mentioned jokingly, “She haven’t had her medicine, and she didn’t want to be bothered.” She told me I had to do something about by “crazy students” and I better have some work. While I was getting my students’ work from my Sub Box, she mentioned she needed my roster because she was going to call parents.